The Gangster And The Hacker

Chapter 64

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me.

That's the song Chelsea put up while going to see the next destination. That line pretty much sums up the thoughts I have been having for the past few hours. Thinking how I have fucked up so badly this time. I don't know if it's deliberate or a coincidence but creepy much?

"We had to see this place today?" I glared at the orangish pink sky with the dark water waves of the sea. I knew where this road went and I hate that I can't do anything to stop them from going there unless I want to shoot myself in the foot and get exposed. It's the mansion where Jasper and I had to stop over a few weeks ago when the goons showed up to kill us.

My mansion.

I mean sure Xavier is the legal owner of this mansion but he had given it to me when I decided that I would be here. Alas, I wasn't able to live here.

With Xavier's consent, I put it up for sale a few months before when I went to live with Roy and his crew but if I had known these people are going end up finding this mansion out of all the million houses that exist in this whole fucking state, I wouldn't have put it up for the damn sale.

Meherbani meri. I'm so glad I didn't show my face or gave my identity to this moron over here and to their agency as well.

I'm going to kill Helen for suggesting this to Jasper when I showed the photos of the entire main crew and warned her not to suggest the house to these people at any fucking cost.

"You all are going to LOVE this mansion so much, it's that A-MAZING."

"Who hired this cartoon again?" I asked, fed up with the amount of chirpiness this broker gave out.

"Who do you think?" Riley retorted sarcastically, pointing all her fingers of her right hand at Ben. "How the fuck do you manage to get on my nerves each time?" Closing my eyes, I just leaned my head against the window.

"Hey! They are keeping us entertained. We should thank Benji. Wait, shouldn't you be looking in the front instead of us?" Riley mumbled an 'oh fuck' before keeping her right hand back on hands on the steering and looked ahead.

"Thanks Chelsea. I knew I could count on you to see my perspective." They gave each other a few hi-fies and low-fies, making the broker giggle. I can understand Chelsea being ultra vibrant but no damn adult is this chirpy unless they are directly in contact with a 5-year-old.

"Fault bachpan se hi hai shayad iske dimag me." I mumbled under my breath, even if none of these people would understand what I said.

"Is- Mark going to visit here today?" Riley asked, trying to show nonchalance but failing.

"Mark and Jasper are going to show up later." Ben stressed on 'Jasper' looking at me pointedly.

"How much more time to reach there?" I yelled at the broker, who jumped in fright and dropped the phone down. Riley visibly winced at the sound it made by dropping directly on the steel bottle.

"Just 5 more minutes, and we will be free from this hell." Riley continued to drive ahead as told by the navigation system and within a few minutes we were at the gate of the mansion. I pulled up my hood till it reached my eyes so that no one would get a look at me. I had already pulled up my mask when I had to sit in the same car as this broker.

"What's with the hood?"

What's with the questionnaire?

I pretended that I didn't hear the broker and focused on the fabric. If it moves enough and Riley gets the windows down, I'm done for. The security system would recognize me and open the gates automatically, raising so much suspicion that I won't be able to get out of it.